earer the spot than Bunker Hill.
The British ordnance at that time had not so long range, while the direction would be highly discreditable to the gunners aboard the Somerset, British man-of-war.
It is hardly to be supposed that the colonists of 1775 would have taken the trouble to carry any heavy weights to such a height to secrete from General Gage, when many secluded spots easier to dig into were to be had on level ground.
Again, the fact of the broken ball would show that with the forceir scattered location would indicate firing instead of hiding.
Still the question recurs, Who were the artillerymen?
Some one has suggested the entrenchments on Central Hill in Somerville as being the nearest point where cannon were mounted in 1775 by Washington, but there was no enemy in this rocky fastness to dislodge as the minute men from Essex County had hastened along its base toward Lexington.
Had there been cause, the iron missiles might have sped through the ravine where found, as
aving a salt fish strapped on the back instead of blanket or knapsack—bordered somewhat on the ridiculous.
All these developed in later time into the Antique and Horrible parade of Fourth of July morning.
Mr. Stetson's use of the word inadvertently brings to our notice an incident that occurred about the same time.
The Lexington Artillery was encamped near the home of its captain in Woburn.
While the company were at dinner some reckless one fired a solid shot at Rag Rock, a lofty ledge near by, but with such poor aim that the shot went over the hill and fell beyond it.
We have never heard of its being found.
Should it ever be, let none (as some did in Medford) attribute it to the British attack on Bunker Hill, but to a dare-devil recklessness, induced by tu much rum and water, presumably the former.
The allusion to the shot from the farm in Lexington has raised this query among military men: Is there any record of the firing of cannon there on that eventful day in 1775